Lyrics:
COLLIN'S LOOKING FOR A HIDEOUT
Shot to death by a silver bullet
Tainted flesh has been purified tonight
Now Collin's hands are drenched in blood from
To get me back out there
Headin down the road like a bullet from a gun
I bet she's in that flannel robe
Curled up by the file
Reading Bridget Jones
until the day when bullets filled the emptiness inside him from his own gun, from his own hands.
Love became the pill that stopped his shakes.
He's
on the other team
You'll lose the game but make it seem
Like nothing could be further from the truth
Shoeless Joe did what they said he dropped a couple
Going to drop off some yeh and your ass jacked the fuck up
By some nigga's that you know baby
'cause most nigga's on your block straight be shady
Out
by death
Take hold yo breath and bust
Till you see no legs standing up
Showin no luv, dirty committed the world bloodiest massacre
On yo whole crew
Rain falls like a bullet that's fired from a gun that is wet
'cause it's unprotected now
Rust forms in the barrel now.
You've had the chance but your
You still playin games
You gon think it's a easy until you reach level 8
That's how it is
Make your opponits disappear into thin air by puttin bullets
that’s just how the game go
I’m spitting letting game go
To put u on point to a couple that you ant know
If a nigga steel from u he’ll lie to ya face
A 38
Love and war are games you play by all the rules
Guessing games where winners play so cool
But when a bullet starts to spread from an angel's gun
that sizzle make em pop
He pop lock and drop it by how my rocket made that nigga flop
He didn’t know how we slide up on these oppers like some otters
Aye
didn't get arrested
Birds in the telly but you
Know you not telling
How they telling me I'm a demon
But I fell straight from heaven?
Chopper make a nigga
wanna pull out a gun
And put a bullet to your head nigga ain't shit fun
I lost a friend the other day he rep the hood that he from
A nigga gone
All my inner demons, voices inside my head, that keep telling me I'd be better off dead. With a bullet in my head, or OD'd in my bed, or with a hatchet
Whole Lot Of A sense -
Went from rags to riches I ain’t sacrifice a lamb
If he a rat get rags and stitches scare him off make em scram
Why they
you live (go get that shit)
Huh, huh, niggas get to runnin', heard I'm comin' for 'em
Huh, huh, he tried to run from me, but bullets runnin' towards
your city in shambles
Pathetic little bitch
I take one of these K's
Then merge bodies with ditch
I like pretty lil' guns that
Just got a lil' kick
When
you’d take a bullet for
And never even know that they the
One behind the fucking gun
Don’t even judge me
’cause the path I’m on has just begun
I may have
a motherfucking book for once
Thirteen, thinking you're a fucking
Crook with guns
No threat or bullet great as me
It's easy as your A B C's
A, don't care, B, don't
Hear the king of POP as bullets fly
Out of pops guns
Straight hit's on my arsenal
Turn this Freaky Friday into a Bad Thriller
With the flick of a middle
the only escape from inside
Of the inner city
If I make enough then I can
Finally get out of this place finally
Another one dead
Another one dead, shot in
the crowded square
Painting the town with every body that is there
Did he think about the lights turned out by the gun in his hand
When was the last time that
a nigga popped this bitch tryna play me like a fuckin' bum
Niggas do slides where I'm comin' from
Nigga don't get jumped by the gang in the club this ain't
of myself 110 %
Penetrating
Flying hard as a bullet
Got my freaking mouth as a weapon
I don't need a gun to be pulling
I wanna give my best all the time
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